Death of my father

When my father died some 9 years ago of heart attack, I could make no sense of it. I never expected it because he never showed any symptom of serious complications in his health. But he died a contented man having married off my sister to a good guy and having settled me and my mother in a good home. I never even cried. I don't know why. I don't think I was heartless but I was under depression and had no idea of what was happening. In the early morning, he had asked my mother to get me when I was still sleeping. When I went and saw him lying with eyes closed, I thought he was resting and I went to get a doctor. But I think my mother knew that he had died already. And when the doctor said that he has died, I couldn't believe it. I just did whatever was to be done. Later, my mom told me that during my sister's marriage, he had told that now that her marriage is over, he will try to find me a job. I'm sure that he is in heaven now because he was a wonderful person. He never once doubted my love for him though he was pained by my cocky nature. The other day my ex-neighbour uncle told me that God will not be keeping me alive for even a second more if I was not serving some purpose. By that logic, I can say surely that my father did everything before he left. I love you father.